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In New York the full moon doesn't mean much against the constant glare of the street lights and the flashing neon that is so common in signs and in shop windows. I would prefer it to be darker, I can barely contain my hunger and the changing colours playing over the delicate flesh around me doesn't help. I need to get out of this crowd before I do something terrible.

In the back of my mind I can hear the bat talking to me, "You must drink and be strong, all around you are victims, choose one!" I must resist the hunger while the innocents surround me, I must find the guilty so I can feed. Ghost Rider made me swear to only feed on the blood of the city's predators or he would come back for me, so I must find my dinner and satisfy my hunger.

I can see a sweet young thing, so delicious to look at and I want her. I am not the only one who wants her, a group of thugs in basketball jerseys have started to follow her and she is starting to run. I follow them knowing where my meal will come from this evening. 

She has made a wrong turn and is now in great danger down a dark street, I am very excited as my feet leave the ground, I can almost taste the blood of the hoodlums...
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